“when The Sun Goes Orange“ Poem by Meshack Dasco

Traveling and
Meditating as I look out of the window, and
I saw nothing but a light-ball Walking like a snail unharm
Down to its big store.
My heart was fixed,
My eyes were fastened;
When I saw what it means
When the sun turns orange!

When the sun turns orange:
We feel the small heat,
We hear the beat but weak.
The hormones slowly leep,
Man by nature his works leave;
When the strength of senility
Travels down to meet frailty.

When the sun turns orange!
When the youngs - age,
And the wrinkles paste
On the skin-page;
Then more and more of our
truest persona in cage,
Comes alive as we accept change!